Word: shielding
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...mesh fence, 65 ft. high and 680 ft. in diameter, surrounds a rotating, triangular radar antenna, 80 ft. on a side. This electronic monster is named ZAR (Zeus Acquisition Radar), and when it sends its pulses into space to probe for incoming missiles, the fence will act as a shield to keep the powerful radio waves from frying all Kwajalein. Crewmen operating ZAR will go to work through a metal-shielded tunnel...
...first-class barroom talker, which Robert Ruark is, needs a knockabout past, a creative memory, sufficient humor to see the vanity of his inventions, and a delivery good enough to shield from his listeners the gravy stains on material, memory and wit. With this equipment, a talker who happens to be, say, a journalist, can Jang out a newspaper column for years in an average daily elapsed time of eleven minutes (so Newspaperman Ruark has coasted; one suspects the creative memory is an aid in recounting the feat). Or he can put together two volumes of yarns about his boyhood...
Commented another Weld inhabitant, "The 325 year tradition of Harvard indifference to everything should continue and Weld should not be repaired. After all, the piece of plaster that fell was in the shape of a Veritas shield...
...given last year. Concerning the "revised standard version" my primary reaction was that for the sake of consistency the veritas in the University seal should be changed to truth, spaced: (TR-UT-H). The "H" could then be enlarged to represent the varsity letter, ad the base of the shield consequently squared off to conform with the shape of the paper (and the wit of the administration). With this further revision the Veritas Committee itself would thus be assured that there will no longer be any foreign language in our official dialect...
...emergency room of Manhattan's Roosevelt Hospital not long ago, a tall woman lay stretched out on a table, looking like a Valkyrie about to be immolated on her shield. Her youthful, pretty face was contorted. An intern was gently examining two fingers of her left hand, which had just been crushed in a car door, causing no serious damage but a great deal of pain. Trying to anesthetize the patient with small talk, he asked: "What do you do?" The patient gripped a cotton pad soaked with smelling salts. and winced as she spoke. "Oh, dear God," she said...